The haunted bride - Season 2 - Episode 13

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The haunted bride - Season 2 - Episode 13

The coffee shop that her client had chosen for the meeting was scanty and private. She liked the place. As she waited for him to arrive, Ada pulled out some files that she had been working on, and placed them on the table. She hadn’t spoken a word to Aniekan, since he made Elena Benjamin the head of the writing team for Demon Hall2.

Aniekan was going to realize that he was nothing without her. But before that happened, it would be too late for him. He would regret ever pushing her out of his decisions.

“Would you like some coffee Madam?” A waitress came to her.

Ada ran her eyes lazily over the girl, “What flavors do you serve?” She asked.
“We have Black, creamy, espresso and Americano.” The waitress replied with a polite smile.

“Get me a creamy, but with some ice.” Ada winked.

It hadn’t been long before Mr. Bankole arrived, the man wore a black suit as always. Before he reached the table, Ada noted something that she had never considered in his files. And she was disappointed at her carelessness. She was his lawyer, yet, she had never noticed that this man was single!
She had never seen Mr. Bankole with his family, so she assumed he was a private person or maybe he was separated or something. As she fed her eyes with the details from his files, she was utterly amazed, that a man of his age could be single.

“Good morning Ada,” The old man smiled and pulled a chair backwards.
Ada rose to greet him, “Welcome sir. I hope you had a pleasant night rest.”

Mr. Bankole shrugged, “I was, before my nephew called me at the middle of the night. I struggle with insomnia, so the little sleep that I get is very important. After his call, I couldn’t sleep again; so I spent the night watching a soap opera.”

Ada laughed heartily. The man could tell a story for hours, and no one would get bored. He had a good sense of humor. She needed to be closer to her client, so they could pursue this case together.

“You live alone?” She ran her eyes across his face.

“Yup. I haven’t been married before, and I don’t have kids.” Mr. Bankole replied. And from the sound of his voice, he had no regrets. Before his lawyer could ask further questions, he quickly thanked her for sending someone to deliver the phone that he had forgotten at her office.

Ada noted that the man had a sharp memory and he was a polite person.

“It wasn’t a big deal sir. I try to treat all my clients with respect.”

Unknown to her, Mr. Bankole’s phone had a permanent voice recorder that was always on. The phone had collected all that she had discussed with Ese in her office. And the man had carefully played the recording over and over again.

The conversation between Ese and his lawyer, brought to light so many things. Before stepping out of the office, Mr. Bankole had almost bumped into a young man, who had a striking resemblance to someone that duped him many years back. After listening to their conversation, he did a little internet research. From the results of his search, Eseabasi Umoh’s profile matched “James Agwadike,” the young man that had tricked him into buying an apartment that wasn’t his.’

Mr. Bankole had just gained employment with the Little Hannah Foundation; he had to relocate from the East. Finding quality and comfortable accommodation had been a problem. But his hopes had been reinforced when he had been introduced to an agent, by one of his old friends, who turned out to be a fake as well.

After transferring half a million to Ese’s bank account, the young man had blocked him. The old man then realized that the house he had been shown belonged to a popular real estate business man. Listening to the recording pleased him greatly.

He had realized that his lawyer, Ada, wasn’t such a good person. She worked hand in hand with Ese and they were plotting the downfall of someone he couldn’t trace.

One thing that he had sensed from their conversation was that, the subject that was being discussed was a close person, whom they both knew and related with.

Mr. Bankole also noticed the repetition of a word that he didn’t understand, “Prototype.”

“I am interested in working with you. I trust you Ada. I know that we will win this case.” He broke the icy silence between them.

He would stick to Ada, until he found a way to deal with Ese for what he had done. Mr. Bankole wasn’t a troublesome man.

But all who sinned against him, always paid their debts. Ese wasn’t going to be spared from his rod of justice.

Ada pulled out a pen and began to ask the old man some questions.

“When did you start working with the Little Hannah Foundation?”

“My application letter was accepted and I was given an appointment on the 7th of June, 2010.”

Ada caressed the tip of her pen, “That was five years ago.”

“Yes,” he nodded.
“So during these five years that you worked for them, did you give in your best? Did you receive any official query? Did you have problems with anyone?”

She was trying to build a case here. Ada knew that winning a case against an N.G.O wasn’t going to be easy. They were going to come up with lies and blackmail, to silent her client. But she wasn’t deterred. This case would make her fifty something million richer, she couldn’t miss this opportunity.

The man had served the organization well. He hadn’t experienced any fracas at his job, he had even received an award as the best worker two years back. He explained this to her.

She dropped the pen and clasped her hands together, “You are good at your job. You were awarded for your hard work, why would they not renew your contract as promised?”

As she searched for an angle, Mr. Bankole’s phone rang, disrupting the meeting.
“I have to take this, it’s my nephew again,” he raised a finger into the air and apologized.

“Good morning Uncle. I am sorry to disturb you this early, but I am heading towards your house. Remember my friend that I told you about? I came with him. Please, you have to help him. Your house is the safest place for the prototype, because not many people know about its location.”

The man had been ready to tell is annoying nephew off, but at the mention of “Prototype,” he ended the call sharply. This was more than a coincidence.

“Are you alright?” Ada was taken aback, by her client’s sudden rising.

“I am fine. I am sorry that I must leave now. We’ll see again!”

“But Mr. Bankole we haven’t discussed properly. If I must be your lawyer, you have to give me deeper things to work with. You can’t just work out on me at every meeting that we have.” Ada was irritated by his carefree attitude about the case. She wasn’t a magician. To win a case, a lawyer needed the minutest of details, but from the look of things, this man wasn’t ready to cooperate.
Mr. Bankole smiled, understanding her fears.
“You don’t have to worry your sweet head about that. I will find time for us to meet. We both know that this case would fetch us a lot of money. Be patient with me.” He winked at her and rushed out of the building. He had to see the end of this.

Ada grabbed the mug and sipped her coffee hurriedly. She had other important matters to handle. And as she swallowed her drink, she went over the conversation that she had with her client, Mr. Bankole. Ada sensed a difference in the old man’s attitude. He seemed friendlier and happier.

“I wonder what has ticked his clock.” She scoffed.

When she was through with her drink, she pulled out her phone and dialed Ese’s number. Ada was having a good day, knowing that one of her enemies would drop dead very soon, and without a single trace to her.
Ese took the call at second ring, “Hey babe,” he sounded nervous.

“Are you alright?” Ada asked calmly.
“Yep, I think I found the prototype. I will call you once I am done here.”

“You found it? Geez, this is unbelievable!” Ada let out a yell, but when she realized she was in a public place, she quickly placed her hands over her mouth. She couldn’t believe finding the prototype would be this easy.

“I am getting closer to the location. I need to hang up now, see you later.”

Ada rose to her feet and gathered her things. She couldn’t wait! It was just a matter of time, before they la!d their hands on Aniekan’s Demon Hall1. They would sell it to a foreign company and flee the country.